Page 58 of The Bratva's Forced Kidnapped Bride
I wriggled on his stiff shaft, making his eyes roll back in his head. Maybe mine, too. “Yes, but I didn’t get a chance to really look at your back,” I said, hardly able to keep up the ruse.
The next thing I knew, I was on my back, his big body on mine, caged in by his muscular arms. I smiled up at him, then sighed as he kissed his way down my neck. He rumbled when he got to the neckline of my shirt, sat up, and ripped it clean down the middle.
“Well, now I’m stuck here,” I said. “I have nothing else to wear.”
“Yury can stop and buy some things,” he said. “But until then, yes, you’re right where I want you.”
“Right where I want to be,” I replied.
His tongue traced along the top edges of my bra, and since it clasped in the front, it didn’t get torn up, just opened and pushed aside. I arched my back when he gently scraped his teeth over my nipples, his hand moving down my side.
“Maybe just let me get the jeans off,” I said. This wasn’t the kind of place to have complimentary bathrobes, and while I wanted to be naked as quickly as possible, I didn’t relish the idea of sitting around wrapped in a towel until Yury showed up with more clothes.
Anatoli laughed and rose up to his knees, his eyes locked on mine as he undid the button and slowly lowered the zipper. Tugging the jeans down my legs, he tossed them and began working his way up, kissing and stroking until he reached my panties.
His finger slid under the edge, sinking into my wet heat.
“Soaked,” he said, full of self-satisfaction. “God, I love my little girl’s juicy pussy.”
“Good enough to eat?” I moaned, gasping when his tongue plunged deep inside me.
He lapped at my clit and spread my legs wide, his big hands clasped on my trembling thighs. I reached for his hair, remembering the head wound at the last second and pulling away, gripping his shoulders instead.
“I love this,” I sighed, my hips moving along with the rhythm of his mouth. “I love…” I let the last word trail off.
Did he pause just slightly, waiting to hear the rest? I soon forgot, lost in the sensations he was dragging out of me. My arms and legs were weak, my head heavy as I tossed it back and forth on the pillow. He was so masterful; the feelings were so exquisite. I wanted this to last forever; at the same time, I was greedy for more.
He pushed his tongue deep again, found the spot that had my moans growing louder and my fingernails gripping harder into his firm flesh. I called out his name and shook, everything so much more intense because I loved him.
And he loved me. I would have bet my entire life on it, even without hearing the words.
I shuddered, let my arms fall to my sides as my legs squeezed tight around his head. He kept going until he had to lifthis head and gasp for breath, his face shiny. I grabbed his hair and yanked him up to kiss him hard enough to taste a drop of blood from one of our lips.
“Don’t you dare be gentle,” I said, my legs now wrapping around his hips to bring his pulsing cock close.
His answer was a low growl as he rammed every thick, hard inch inside me, his forehead buried in the crook of my neck. He said my name, the muffled sound vibrating against my shoulder, his lips moving on my throat, his cock pounding and pounding.
“Hurry, hurry,” I gasped.
He had been waiting so long, being so patient as he gave me time to heal. Teasing me with earthshattering orgasms but refusing me his big, gorgeous cock. Now my very own beast was finally unleashed. Mine, all mine. Just like I was his.
His eyes were wild as he rose up and knifed his fingers into my hair, kissing me hard as he rammed so deep I shifted on the bed, my head slamming into the headboard. He placed his palm at the top of my head, never slowing down.
I screamed into his mouth just as he threw his head back and roared, finally falling onto me in a sweaty heap. With his heart crashing against mine, he tugged me down so I wasn’t so pretzeled against the headboard, and we burst into weak laughter as we clung onto each other through the aftershocks.
“You don’t even know how much I’ve been wanting you,” he said.
“Serves you right for being so sweet.”
“I’m never sweet,” he rumbled.
I only smiled and closed my eyes, still trying to catch my breath. The steady thrum of traffic passing by outside made mefeel sleepy, and when he rolled over and tucked his arm under my head, I curled up next to him, utterly content.
The only thing that would have made things better was if my family hadn’t still considered him their worst enemy. Or me a traitor now that I’d helped him escape. I had to believe that all that would change someday, but when? I snuggled closer, holding on tight. Anatoli was worth it.
“It’ll all work out,” he said, sensing the direction of my thoughts.
“It’s already perfect,” I said, silently pleading with him not to call me out on the little lie.
